THE CLOWN RETIRES FOR A DAY

Today is my first ever last day at a work place. It must be an important day. Like the other important days. Those days that earn their importance, simply for the first, last or in-between attached to them. For example, the first day I switched on TV.
But hey, today is important. Because of a string of yesterdays which make it important. People, emotions, rains, railessnesses, winds and winter flash within. I cannot say I have learnt a lot in the last one and a half years. I am not that bright. And anyway, what would I do learning so much. All I know is that the bus was jerky, the road was smooth at times, there were few picture postcard scenes and it was good fun.
And now I have chocolates in my hand, which tell me, that the day is really special.